#bedsheets
The cat on my bedsheets
Will keep all my tears
She’ll hold all my secrets
And help hide the fears
If I could give her a wish
It’d end up a pomegranate
With shining ****** gemstones
Only her glory compares it
And if the cat on my sheets
Will accept such a wish
She might give me her song
To call for more fish
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 12:28 AM UTC
Perfumed bedsheets,
Canvas the colour of her smile;
They'd become a cliche,
But he found
Even that
Was a masterpiece.
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 12:39 PM UTC
I'm laying on my bed
That was freshly washed
The sweet fresh scent
Had me thinking of you.
The first time you were on my bed
Was the day i had washed them
Cuddling you in my bed
With your smell blended with the sheets
The smell i could fall asleep to
The one that makes me feel safe
I'm smelling my bedsheets again
But this time
Its lacking you
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 5:16 PM UTC
for me it will always be you
and for you it will always be her
your smile
her eyes
your fingertips
her bedsheets
your words
her touch
and she will always come back but she will never choose you
and you will always want me but you will never let her go
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 8:06 PM UTC
I fell into the arms
of a foreign name
and she spoke
a peculiar language
that i’d never heard.
though, it was beautiful.
her words danced
upon her lips
and performed to a crowd
of the bed sheets
and i.
I want to learn this peculiar language,
this language she called
“love.”
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 5:11 PM UTC
we woke up together, enveloped in each other and your bedsheets, to the sound of soft wind chimes in your bedroom window and cars driving past your home. your room smells like your cologne and the laundry detergent my mother used when i was young. you lazily half moaned, half murmured, "good morning, love," and you, with your dazed condition and morning breath, found my lips and met them with yours. you pulled me in closer and ran your fingers gently through my messy, tangled hair, and i inhaled your scent so deeply i could feel it softly settle in the bottoms of my lungs. the morning sun shined through your bedroom window and the shadows of the trees outside danced in the wind along your baby blue bedroom walls. you ran the tips of your fingers gently in sporadic loops along my shoulder blade and spine. we lay there and took it all in, took each other in, our legs intertwined and my head against your chest. for these few minutes i found myself wishing we could live infinitely in these small, precious moments, the ones we take for granted, the ones we only remember when the big picture is gone. i snuggled closer into your arms and we drifted back to sleep, heartbeats synced and bedsheets entangled in our legs.
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 11:47 AM UTC
my bedsheets today tell the story of the night before
we were close,
very,
very
close.
the smell of you was in my clothing
and in my skin.
my sheets smelled like you when i closed my eyes
and when i opened them and was blinded by the sun.
this morning i woke up comforted, yet lonely
because you weren't there
but i know that you will be
someday.
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 9:20 AM UTC
Wrap me in the depths
of your haunting eyes,
drown my frame
in the layers pf your bedsheets,
You may imprison me with lies
but I am enthralled
with the fragility you effortlessly hide.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 11:09 AM UTC
its 45 degrees
why am i
shivering?
its sunny
inside my daydream
why am i
quivering?
its lovely outside
why do i feel
so spiritual?
you're not
here to keep me
warm like the red
spot of jupiter
like the red spot
on your face after
i kissed your spirit
for the first time
i want to feel
again that way when
i saw that red spot
for the first time
in a long time
i never imagined
i could feel so
much for giving
so little of
"my time is very
precious stay the hell
away from me" is where
you want to stay inside my daydream
its 45 degrees
why am i
shivering when you're
the only thing that keeps me
warm is my bedsheets
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 5:17 AM UTC
Please don't forget my name,
like I won't forget your lips.
An entire summer in that one kiss;
it's car rides, bed sheets and white blinds,
that I miss.
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
I still find myself
feeling your skin
in the spaces between
bed-sheet creases
and if
missing you is like
swerving into
oncoming traffic,
then tonight
I’m sleeping
in the road.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 5:00 PM UTC
You know what I realized? How fantastic a thing realization is. Like, nothing particular or anything. Just, that moment when you kinda stop in your tracks for a second and go, "Huh. You know what?" Even the simple things are revelatory and what a great way to accidentally give yourself an unexpected better day. Wow, you know what? Today, I was keen enough and let my busy mind relax just enough to touch the universe again, and in that moment touch myself from the outside so that I remembered something I'd forgotten or before had never known. What is that, like the human singularity? Feels like it. QUICK, GRAB ON COMMANDER AND ALL YOU SPACE CASES. **** IT, GRAB ONTO THE WORLD BY THE ANT HAIRS! DIG YOUR FINGERS INTO THE GRASS! Let go and fall because you know it's better for your eventual grip on the state of matters in the laundry list you ordered with tasks representing your life. Am I better if I have one, I usually ask at the grocery store, to myself as I bag and then I get distracted by the sign for $3.99 pizza.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 2:50 PM UTC